Working hard, or Hardly Working? (cont'd)

At work again...I've realized I get the most pleasure out of updating right here from my cozy little office with my rotating chair. Is it because Im stealing company time? Is it because I have my bare feet next to Kelly's space heater on full blast? Is it because the hilarity of everyday events is heightened at professional institutions? Is it a combination of all these things? Probably so. But really, I do believe her space heater has something to do with it. You know heat rises and all that jazz-It must be working some weird magic on my brain waves, much like a Christmas turkey with stuffing and a couple glasses of wine. So I can't say it puts me on my A-game, but hey, am I ever really there?

Another interesting obervation: As I was recounting stacks of 20 dollar bills behind the teller line the other day, a pregnant woman whose name escapes me was on her break eating a McDonalds value meal. This was shortly after another teller had just finished counting her calories for the day, proclaiming her yogurt smoothie LUNCH to be only a small fraction of her daily value. Mommie to be says: "You know, I really had to hold myself back from getting the quarter pounder. I was thinking about the baby and decided to get the grilled chicken instead" Calorie counter: "Well did you get a regular coke with it??" Mommie to be, sheepishly looking over her bucket of a drink, straw in mouth: "mmhmmmm...!" *all snicker* Okay, so Im all for personal choice when it comes to food consumption, but I saw this SAME woman earlier, smoking a cigarette as she zoomed out of the parking lot in her little red sports car. And again, Im for personal choice when it comes to tobacco as well, I smoke my damn self! But maaaybe the more important question is, what is it about this job that would make any mother to be harm the innocent, undeveloped lungs of her unborn child, and on top of that enhale a 3,000 calorie meal that could probably start a small grease fire? I mean hell, I find myself fighting, and more often succumbing to the urge of the fast food demons, but as far as I know, Im not with child. Maybe I'm making unnecessarry connections here, but its still something to think about, am I right?

Anyways, Im going to take over front desk duties until my lunch break. I feel a craving coming on...Jr. Bacon cheeseburger and Chicken nuggets, anyone???

a semi-working woman

Ahem-clears throat- It's been awhile since I promised I'd update, I know. And actually, I began to write an entry about 2 months ago outlining my general decline in motivation, but uhhh, yeah, that one never got finished;I'll let you all do the math...

For a little while there, I almost forgot I even had a blog- but then came those moments where I ached to share my minor epiphanies, misshappenings, or what have you, with an unbiased and eager group of listeners (readers, whatever) who would share in the exictement of my daily (weekly, monthly?) life. Okay, wow. I just realized I have a special way of making this blog seem a lot more interesting than it really is, this is only my second entry in a span of 3 months. Good thing theres a market for skills like this.

Aaanyways, a lot has gone on in 3 months. a lot a lot a lot. For example: I have a new house, a new pet, my first and hopefully final 9-5, one less best friend, one considerably more dimwitted ex, and 80 more dollars. Okay, so the last one has little significance, but I feel like that list needed one more thing to round it out. In the midst of all this craziness, Ive been trying to stay level headed, but sometimes that proves to be a far more daunting task than it may seem.

So for linear purposes, I guess I should start this story from the begininng...

Toward the end of the school year, I still had no idea what my summer plans were going to be. I had a lease that was begining mid-june, no job, and no idea whether i was even going to be living in this new house. So whatever, I went to o-hooleys one afternoon for my 6 o clock beer round (okay so really, thats the only time ive ever done that) and got offered what I thought was just a job at OU credit union. I sent an email with my fluffed up resume to hiring, and finally heard back from the lady in about 2 weeks. At this point, I had been home for a while and had been kind of enjoying it, and kind of hoping I wouldnt have get a real job and live in a real house and put lots of real things in it. But so it began...I did a phone interview, and was kind of hired on the spot. *As a side note, let it be known that I hate banks and pretty much everything that has to do with them. I hate numbers, I hate money, I hate credit cards, I hate teller lines, I hate cubicles, and most of all, I hate fake plants.* So appropriately, I discover that this is not just a job, no no no! This is an internship, with the weight of what seems like the world on my shoulders. We're going to be having grueling training sessions, knowledge assesment tests, weekly branch meetings, and an assortment of other terrible things to keep me from leading a semi-peaceful existance. Also, keep in mind that we are in southeast ohio, so the clientele or "members", as we call them here at oucu, are not well adjusted to seeing a black face, let alone a female black face behind a desk shuffling their money around. Although I did have an encouraging conversation with my mom the other day after I called her crying about how my manager pulled me into her office for a "you need to pep it up/at least pretend like you want to be here" talk; but thats another story entirely. My mother says "you need to show those country crackers that you DESERVE to be there like the rest of those interns." About an hour after our conversation, my 'everything happens for a reason' mother calls back and leaves a message with a stunning realization: "Lauren, I think Ive figured out why you're working at the credit union. I think you're supposed to be writing a short story about your experience there as a young black woman. This is a perfect opportunity to submit your work to a publication, how about Essence? Think about it honey." Hmmm, I think my mom may have just given me the launching pad for a pulitzer prize winning piece... I guess mother really does know best. Also get this, the other day I noticed on the check reciepts, it says "Check conformation" instead of "Check confirmation." Is it okay that I have been feeling a little bit more comfortable here ever since?

So alrite. I'm thinking, as Im sure you are too- that this entry is long enough. Maybe I'll update on the rest of the past 3 months at a later date and what not. because after all, i AM at work right now

:)